Walking a bit closer, I could see the situation in the small reception room.
Lin Xueming was indeed there, sitting on a sofa in a more central spot, holding a wine glass and talking about something.
A number of people sat around him, two of whom looked like they had the aura of bosses, with several middle-aged men standing beside them, clearly handlers of artists.
Director Tang Wei, trying to cover something with a cotton beret, but still unable to hide his balding head. And Director Xie Chunfang, whose name contains the character for "fragrance," yet towers over everyone present with his height.
Also...
Wu Mu paused his steps.
A woman in her forties, dressed in a fitted black outfit, wearing a pearl necklace, and chatting quietly with those beside her, looking elegant and noble.
Lin Qingyue's mother is here too?
This was the first time Wu Mu had seen Lin Qingyue's mother in person; he hadn't encountered her during previous visits to Lin Qingyue's house.
